Isabelle Boulay ~ La mamma
Painter: ©Anne-Christine Roda
Isabelle Boulay ~ La mamma
Lyrics:
They came,
They all here,
As soon as they heard the scream
She’s gonna die, the Mother
They came
They came here,
Even from the south of Italy
There is even Giorgio, the cursed son
With arms full of presents
Kids all play in silence
Around the bed or on the floor
Even their games dont have any importance
It’s a little bit their lasts presents
to the mother, to the Mother
We warm her with kisses
We put her pillows up
she’s gonna die, the Mother
Virgin Mary, full of grace
who as her statue on the bedroom
Of course you open you arms to her
Singing the Ave Maria
Ave Maria ...
There is so much love, memories
Around you, you the Mother
There is so much tears, and smiles
Trought you, you the Mother
And all men were so hot
on paths full of sun
She’s gonna die, the Mother
They can go drink fresh the all new wine
The good w